This is a song about "Rapping on"

I'm rapping on spot and i'm still feeling cheerful

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Higher than everest on dro, that's my skill level at rapping

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

Come-on mr. fool show me what you got , seems like you don't know anything about rapping at all

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

My rapping moves on ,from the depression

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Ima go on this rapping quest and find the fucking golden chest

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

Iv'e been rapping my flag on about a million stages

Put your rapping on hold,

The truth shall be told